Whatif I tear my pants, whatif I never learn to dance?
Still home, excitingly enough. Happy Columbus Day, all! And, of course, Happy It's-Great-to-Live-in-Harrison Day, MusicJunkie! Yaaaay!
Had the most amazing soup last night: pumpkin-butternut squash. OMG. I'm still in a swoon over it. And we get to have more tonight! I love that my parents are on a soup kick! Ohh, and a couple nights ago I made some soup all by my little self: Cream of Red Pepper. It was extremely good too, especially cold. Mmmm...
I was up this morning at 9am to have an online chat about a project for my online class (it still boggles me that I'm working on a project with people that I possibly will never meet) which, seeing as I went to bed at 4am, wasn't so much fun. In self-defense, I then took a nap for most of the afternoon. And Pete, the kitty, slept on the end of my bed! And Lily-cat slept underneath it (with little kitty snores). It was so adorable. Then Bud* acted like he hadn't seen me in years when I came back downstairs. Short attention span, him.
I'm happy I have another day at home (where they feed me and I don't have to clean things very much) and then tomorrow back into the city for class. Maybe I'll be productive and do some more homework (my health assignment involves creating a lesson plan from a Shel Silverstein poem about Depression and Mental Health. Wahoo. Or, you know, I could start reading for my Science reaction paper on Wednesday. Or do some laundry.
...Or I could go entirely crazy** and actually start playing at milliways_bar again. The temptation is growing, I tell you. I really need to bite the bullet and stop being a weird lurker and just PLAY. So perhaps tonight is the night, for many things. Huzzah.
Also rereading Show of Evil, a William Diehl courtroomy type thriller. If you've seen it/read it, it's the sequel to Primal Fear, of Richard Gere/Edward Norton fame. Although, if it actually was Gere/Norton, that would have been AMAZING. And probably have done better at the box office...
Okay, to work! Or to... something. Cheers!
*German Shepherd of Unusual Size
**Though one could argue that for a given definition of crazy, I'm already there.
Had the most amazing soup last night: pumpkin-butternut squash. OMG. I'm still in a swoon over it. And we get to have more tonight! I love that my parents are on a soup kick! Ohh, and a couple nights ago I made some soup all by my little self: Cream of Red Pepper. It was extremely good too, especially cold. Mmmm...
I was up this morning at 9am to have an online chat about a project for my online class (it still boggles me that I'm working on a project with people that I possibly will never meet) which, seeing as I went to bed at 4am, wasn't so much fun. In self-defense, I then took a nap for most of the afternoon. And Pete, the kitty, slept on the end of my bed! And Lily-cat slept underneath it (with little kitty snores). It was so adorable. Then Bud* acted like he hadn't seen me in years when I came back downstairs. Short attention span, him.
I'm happy I have another day at home (where they feed me and I don't have to clean things very much) and then tomorrow back into the city for class. Maybe I'll be productive and do some more homework (my health assignment involves creating a lesson plan from a Shel Silverstein poem about Depression and Mental Health. Wahoo. Or, you know, I could start reading for my Science reaction paper on Wednesday. Or do some laundry.
...Or I could go entirely crazy** and actually start playing at milliways_bar again. The temptation is growing, I tell you. I really need to bite the bullet and stop being a weird lurker and just PLAY. So perhaps tonight is the night, for many things. Huzzah.
Also rereading Show of Evil, a William Diehl courtroomy type thriller. If you've seen it/read it, it's the sequel to Primal Fear, of Richard Gere/Edward Norton fame. Although, if it actually was Gere/Norton, that would have been AMAZING. And probably have done better at the box office...
Okay, to work! Or to... something. Cheers!
*German Shepherd of Unusual Size
**Though one could argue that for a given definition of crazy, I'm already there.